Swiftly skating across smooth silky ice
With skill and swiftness she goes.
Shade and sun scatter on the shore
Of little lake lost in woods.
Frozen frigate of fantastic fun,
Story swift to tell,
The ice interprets her innocent intentions.
Slight swirling skate-marks slice
The shiny surface swiftly.
She skids to a stop,
And accented by an accurate addition,
The ice infers intricate patterns.
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